Chapter 143: Comfortable Bed 2
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Chapter 143: Comfortable Bed 2
"I do not understand young Moller" the Duke was still smiling calmly. However, to Clinton, that was just like the smile of a demon. Clinton shivered, the Duke must have planned everything, from letting that lieutenant offend him, to luring him into this place with a broken barrier.
The man was indeed very cunning and unkind.
"My father will not let you get away with this."
"The Duke is feeling ill," Duke Lucas said. "Rumor has it that he could not even stand. Are you telling me that those were all lies?"
"You know very well what is going on!"
"Do I?" Duke Lucas took a sip of his tea.
"Are you really going to sacrifice the lives of the people living in this town just for your own greed?"
"Greed?" Duke Lucas asked. "I don't understand."
"Stop pretending Duke Lucas." Clinton gritted his teeth. He wanted to hurt the man but he knew that he was going to die before he could take his sword out of its hilt. The Duke was well known for his cruel personality. He would not hesitate to kill him and throw his body to the wolves.
Once he was dead, the Duke could easily say that he died while trying to escape the town.
This man
"Sit down young Moller. Let us talk like normal adults."
Clinton refused to move but the man with red eyes once again took a step towards him. Clinton had heard about this red-eyed man in the past. His name was Denys and he was one of the Duke's most trusted allies. The man was known for his silence and not many people have actually heard the man's voice. However, just like the Duke, Denys would never hesitate to kill someone.
Clinton took a seat across from the Duke.
"There is still a barrier surrounding this place," Duke Lucas said. "The wolves were not able to draw enough blood to break through yet, but it is very weak."
Clinton said nothing. To break a barrier one would need the blood of more than thirty people. Meaning, if the wolves attacked some thirty merchants nearby and drank their blood, they would be able to completely break the barrier. This time, those wolves must have attacked and drank the blood of a few people.
"I did not hear of any attack" Clinton said. There were patrols nearby, observing each town. If an attack happened nearby, they would immediately clean it up so the blood would not attract any more beasts.
"Yes, until the knights from the capital arrive."
"I see" Rosalind nodded. "And his Grace?"
"He is talking to Clinton Moller, the son of Duke Moller."
"The one whose people fought with Lieutenant Frauncis?"
"Yes."
"How strange" Was it even a coincidence that the son of a Duke washere at this time?
"Miss?"
"Nothing" Rosie turned away from the window and looked at her luggage. Since they were not planning to stay here for too long, most of her things were still in the carriage. "Did you hear anything from the Duke?" Were they supposed to leave? To fight?
"No. Sir Denys just told us to calm down and not leave the inn."
Rosalind said nothing. This was very strange. If the Duke was planning to fight then why was he still talking to that Clinton? She narrowed her eyes. "I am going back to bed," she muttered.
"P Pardon?"
"I said I am going to take a nap. Wake me up if the Duke wanted us to leave."
"B but Miss, this situation this situation is"
Rosalind just shrugged in response. Clearly, the situation was not as alarming as Tabatha and the others thought. Moreover, she was in the company of a man who could defeat the Blessed families, she really had no reason to panic.
With this in mind, she laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes. The bed was not that soft but it was clearly better than the one in the carriage, so she was planning to take advantage of it!
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Chapter 143: Comfortable Bed 2
"I do not understand young Moller" the Duke was still smiling calmly. However, to Clinton, that was just like the smile of a demon. Clinton shivered, the Duke must have planned everything, from letting that lieutenant offend him, to luring him into this place with a broken barrier.
The man was indeed very cunning and unkind.
"My father will not let you get away with this."
"The Duke is feeling ill," Duke Lucas said. "Rumor has it that he could not even stand. Are you telling me that those were all lies?"
"You know very well what is going on!"
"Do I?" Duke Lucas took a sip of his tea.
"Are you really going to sacrifice the lives of the people living in this town just for your own greed?"
"Greed?" Duke Lucas asked. "I don't understand."
"Stop pretending Duke Lucas." Clinton gritted his teeth. He wanted to hurt the man but he knew that he was going to die before he could take his sword out of its hilt. The Duke was well known for his cruel personality. He would not hesitate to kill him and throw his body to the wolves.
Once he was dead, the Duke could easily say that he died while trying to escape the town.
This man
"Sit down young Moller. Let us talk like normal adults."
Clinton refused to move but the man with red eyes once again took a step towards him. Clinton had heard about this red-eyed man in the past. His name was Denys and he was one of the Duke's most trusted allies. The man was known for his silence and not many people have actually heard the man's voice. However, just like the Duke, Denys would never hesitate to kill someone.
Clinton took a seat across from the Duke.
"There is still a barrier surrounding this place," Duke Lucas said. "The wolves were not able to draw enough blood to break through yet, but it is very weak."
Clinton said nothing. To break a barrier one would need the blood of more than thirty people. Meaning, if the wolves attacked some thirty merchants nearby and drank their blood, they would be able to completely break the barrier. This time, those wolves must have attacked and drank the blood of a few people.
"I did not hear of any attack" Clinton said. There were patrols nearby, observing each town. If an attack happened nearby, they would immediately clean it up so the blood would not attract any more beasts.
"Yes, until the knights from the capital arrive."
"I see" Rosalind nodded. "And his Grace?"
"He is talking to Clinton Moller, the son of Duke Moller."
"The one whose people fought with Lieutenant Frauncis?"
"Yes."
"How strange" Was it even a coincidence that the son of a Duke washere at this time?
"Miss?"
"Nothing" Rosie turned away from the window and looked at her luggage. Since they were not planning to stay here for too long, most of her things were still in the carriage. "Did you hear anything from the Duke?" Were they supposed to leave? To fight?
"No. Sir Denys just told us to calm down and not leave the inn."
Rosalind said nothing. This was very strange. If the Duke was planning to fight then why was he still talking to that Clinton? She narrowed her eyes. "I am going back to bed," she muttered.
"P Pardon?"
"I said I am going to take a nap. Wake me up if the Duke wanted us to leave."
"B but Miss, this situation this situation is"
Rosalind just shrugged in response. Clearly, the situation was not as alarming as Tabatha and the others thought. Moreover, she was in the company of a man who could defeat the Blessed families, she really had no reason to panic.
With this in mind, she laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes. The bed was not that soft but it was clearly better than the one in the carriage, so she was planning to take advantage of it!
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Chapter 143: Comfortable Bed 2"I do not understand young Moller" the Duke was still smiling calmly. However, to Clinton, that was just like the smile of a demon. Clinton shivered, the Duke must have planned everything, from letting that lieutenant offend him, to luring him into this place with a broken barrier. The man was indeed very cunning and unkind. "My father will not let you get away with this." "The Duke is feeling ill," Duke Lucas said. "Rumor has it that he could not even stand. Are you telling me that those were all lies?" "You know very well what is going on!" "Do I?" Duke Lucas took a sip of his tea. "Are you really going to sacrifice the lives of the people living in this town just for your own greed?" "Greed?" Duke Lucas asked. "I don't understand." "Stop pretending Duke Lucas." Clinton gritted his teeth. He wanted to hurt the man but he knew that he was going to die before he could take his sword out of its hilt. The Duke was well known for his cruel personality. He would not hesitate to kill him and throw his body to the wolves. Once he was dead, the Duke could easily say that he died while trying to escape the town. This man "Sit down young Moller. Let us talk like normal adults." Clinton refused to move but the man with red eyes once again took a step towards him. Clinton had heard about this red-eyed man in the past. His name was Denys and he was one of the Duke's most trusted allies. The man was known for his silence and not many people have actually heard the man's voice. However, just like the Duke, Denys would never hesitate to kill someone. Clinton took a seat across from the Duke. "There is still a barrier surrounding this place," Duke Lucas said. "The wolves were not able to draw enough blood to break through yet, but it is very weak." Clinton said nothing. To break a barrier one would need the blood of more than thirty people. Meaning, if the wolves attacked some thirty merchants nearby and drank their blood, they would be able to completely break the barrier. This time, those wolves must have attacked and drank the blood of a few people. "I did not hear of any attack" Clinton said. There were patrols nearby, observing each town. If an attack happened nearby, they would immediately clean it up so the blood would not attract any more beasts. "Yes, until the knights from the capital arrive." "I see" Rosalind nodded. "And his Grace?" "He is talking to Clinton Moller, the son of Duke Moller." "The one whose people fought with Lieutenant Frauncis?" "Yes." "How strange" Was it even a coincidence that the son of a Duke washere at this time? "Miss?" "Nothing" Rosie turned away from the window and looked at her luggage. Since they were not planning to stay here for too long, most of her things were still in the carriage. "Did you hear anything from the Duke?" Were they supposed to leave? To fight? "No. Sir Denys just told us to calm down and not leave the inn." Rosalind said nothing. This was very strange. If the Duke was planning to fight then why was he still talking to that Clinton? She narrowed her eyes. "I am going back to bed," she muttered. "P Pardon?" "I said I am going to take a nap. Wake me up if the Duke wanted us to leave." "B but Miss, this situation this situation is" Rosalind just shrugged in response. Clearly, the situation was not as alarming as Tabatha and the others thought. Moreover, she was in the company of a man who could defeat the Blessed families, she really had no reason to panic. With this in mind, she laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes. The bed was not that soft but it was clearly better than the one in the carriage, so she was planning to take advantage of it! .... 4/5
